I want to marry it and have its babies. By C-section, of course, 'cos I'm too posh to push.
Bwahahahahaa! *is thoroughly amused*
I'm becoming obsessed with this fic. I keep getting snatches of scenes, but they're all out of order (I have to write in order, otherwise it takes me forever to go back and fix). *sigh* I don't want to work. I want to sit with a computer all day and write this fic (except for the fact that when I have a computer all day, like on the weekends, I tend to stuff around something shocking. *g*)
But, yes, I need to write more about college-Michael, I need to write Casey's birthday, and getting drunk on Jagermeister, I need to write the olympics, and... and I have more vague ideas about the next bit, but don't have the ending. (Which is a good thing, once I have the fic totally plotted, I lose interest in writing. It's like... walking by keeping your head down so you only see the few foot ahead of you, because if you looked up the entire road would be too long.)
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Bwahahahahaa! *is thoroughly amused*
I'm becoming obsessed with this fic. I keep getting snatches of scenes, but they're all out of order (I have to write in order, otherwise it takes me forever to go back and fix). *sigh* I don't want to work. I want to sit with a computer all day and write this fic (except for the fact that when I have a computer all day, like on the weekends, I tend to stuff around something shocking. *g*)
But, yes, I need to write more about college-Michael, I need to write Casey's birthday, and getting drunk on Jagermeister, I need to write the olympics, and... and I have more vague ideas about the next bit, but don't have the ending. (Which is a good thing, once I have the fic totally plotted, I lose interest in writing. It's like... walking by keeping your head down so you only see the few foot ahead of you, because if you looked up the entire road would be too long.)